Of course, for Saints, the soul was the foundation. As long as the soul had not been destroyed, a Saint could be reborn.
But having his body destroyed was still a devastating blow to the Thunder Barbarian Saint.
In just a single breath, the Thunder Barbarian Saint's Soul Fire flickered as it drew upon the power of the void. The cellular tissues scattered everywhere writhed, seemingly trying to revive once more and reassemble his body.
"Old Ghost North Nether!"
Seeing this, the Mad Slaughter Saint, Black Demon Ancestor, and Ice Demon Saint all roared. They absolutely could not allow the North Nether Saint to continue attacking. If he killed the Thunder Barbarian Saint with another punch, it would be a devastating blow to them.
Their figures flashed as they sought to stop the North Nether Saint.
Whoosh!
The North Nether Saint did not even glance at the three. Taking a step forward, he teleported, his body turning illusory as he effortlessly passed through their blockade and arrived beside the Thunder Barbarian Saint's soul. Then came another punch.
"No, no, no! North Nether, don't! Don't kill me!"
The Thunder Barbarian Saint, who had been desperately trying to revive himself, saw this scene and sensed the fatal killing intent. His hairs stood on end, and he could not help letting out a shrill scream, his cry filled with despair.
Boom!
His half-restored body instantly collapsed, disintegrating inch by inch. At that very moment, even his soul could no longer withstand it. It completely crumbled, shattered into powder, and turned into nothingness—not even dregs remained.
"How could this happen?! How could I, the mighty Thunder Barbarian Saint, die in a place like this? Impossible! I refuse to accept this! I refuse!" From the depths of the void came the Thunder Barbarian Saint's unwilling